Breathless. Wind. Two beautiful words that oppose one another. What opposes is also what defines. When defined, the Essence is lost.
Waking up, during that first second, there is a blissful heaven of invention. Language does not yet exist. The forms and our connection to them or our separation from them are not there yet.
AWAKE:
Breathless.
Wind.

Breathless…is to have no breath, it reminds me of something that it’s not…
Wind…where does it come from? Why is it the loneliest of all weather patterns?…